After I'd given Darius permission, he used his Telekinesis Instinct to lock all the doors around us, push the meal off the table then replaced me with said meal.
I don't know what has overcome me, but...I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Even Mom and Burke?
I drown out this voice trying to eat away at me and focus on Darius.
***
Darius and I make our way into one of many jeeps surrounding his courtyard.
And though I want to protest about taking a jeep as opposed to taking a normal sleek car, I'm too absorbed with Darius, what we just did and, how he hasn't let go of my hand since.
I feel the steady thumping of my heart and I feel my blood flowing rapidly through my veins.
This is...nice.
The jeep takes off, and I try to turn my mind to other matters.
Like, where we are headed.
The campsite chosen for The Clawing.
In but a few minutes, I'll be going up against Lunas from all over America.